Dear Melancholy,
I forgot you are a shared experience,
A stately dance through unkempt woods,
With heavy shade and intoxicating perfumes from hidden blooms.
I forgot your ardent suitors,
Who saw your worth in golden compass arcs and unaffected nightingales,
Their longings heard by fae glades of mesmerizing sunlight through wind-rushed leaves.
I forgot your patient temperament,
An erstwhile companion to hand-pushed plough and chimney smoke on mauve-greyed skies,
When distant children sang songs in flower garland’d circles and fell in faux decease.
I forgot the honeyed succour of your welcoming embrace,
Which carried me in crisis tempests like ocean currents sweep debris to foreign islands,
So I shall lay a while on the gentle crests and valleys of your familiar melody.
Published on: Instagram/Threads @between.speak, The Nothing in Between, Here for the Journey,
Date: 22/04/2024, 12/05/2024, 11/07/2024
Image by Johannes Plenio
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